It would take a lot to break her.

For one, there was her unwavering loyalty to Frost. The white-haired man alone holding sway over her, the girl willing to do anything so long as it would please the Alpha male. She was determined to find something that would be useful to Frost on her adventure today, and such earn her another bout of his favor and attention that the brunette girl so craved. She could see his face now as she brought home knowledge about the faerie queen. Though truly, she had no idea what to look for. She wouldn't admit that, though. No, she'd prove herself useful once more and would deliver something to him. Of that she was entirely determined.

Secondly, the girl was very rarely one to back down. This wasn't the first time that she'd been held against a wall. It wasn't the first time that she'd had her head smashed against a brick wall, and it certainly wasn't the first time that she'd felt the blade of a knife to her skin. For a moment the girl felt entirely gone, her eyes glassy as she remembered how this felt. She could remember Beck's hands on her skin in this very way, the way he looked her dead in her eyes and told her that this was what was best for her. Because he loved her. Because he wanted her to be powerful and strong, and that was why his hands would harm her. Why he would cut into her skin with knifes or use his fingers to snap her bones. He'd wanted her to heal herself, he'd told her, even though the broken girl would cry over and over again that she couldn't.

She recognized that wicked gleam in the woman's eyes. She'd seen it a thousand times before in the man that claimed he loved her. It wasn't love. It was that sadistic desire to hear her scream, and this woman had it too. The girl cringed as the knife was pressed further against her side, though the words that slipped from her lips were entirely sarcastic in nature. She would not give in. She was not that weak.

And clearly the woman wasn't either. The girl wanted so desperately to cry out as the witch drove the knife into her side. It may have only been a half inch, but the girl had no way of knowing that. It felt like it was slicing all the way through her, and for a moment the girl was blind from the pain. Still yet, she pursed her lips together and clenched her jaw, the only sign of pain from the girl being a small, mostly muted mew. She would handle this pain, she assured herself, at least until the woman grabbed ahold of the handle of the knife and gave it a turn.

Edie's knees so nearly buckled, the whimper that escaped her lips still not akin to the screams of pain that she supposed a normal person would have had at this sensation. But then again, she'd felt this before on so many occasions that she'd nearly grown used to this type of pain. Still, when the woman inquired about whether or not Edie would talk, the girl very stubbornly shook her head. "I don't... know anything..." She said through clenched teeth. It wasn't entirely a lie. It was true she had no idea what Frost's plans were for the faerie queen - though she wouldn't tell this woman even if she did - though she was utterly positive that that wasn't entirely what she had meant.